Dancing On My Own Chapter 16 Teaser

I'm trying my best not to be a slacker, I promise. So here's a teaser for the next chapter which will post on Friday, barring some sort of natural disaster.

Did Esme not realize how much she had just ruined things by being spiteful, and for what reason, I wasn’t sure. Garrett had left my mother and she was kicking me out. Esme had ruined two relationships and though she seemed genuinely upset about it, I didn’t care. Though I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, the stress of lying for and to, my mother, my body ached for the hurt that had been caused to Renee. “Do you know I have nowhere to live now? I don’t get enough hours here to afford an apartment in the city, let alone a cardboard box down by the Hudson.”


“You can move in with Edward,” Esme suggest easily as I roll my eyes and can’t help the snort that follows. What in the hell is she thinking?

“I’ve been dating him for a few weeks, Esme. That is not anywhere near long enough to even consider moving in with him. What would I say to him? ‘So Edward, your mom says I can move in with you, how about it?’ Uh... no.” I scoff and throw myself down into the chair across from her desk before I bury my face in my hands.

“I’ll call him and explain the situation, I’m sure he will have no problem giving you a place to stay, Bella.”

And here's a pretty picture of Rob from the Cosmopolis premiere last night.

Dancing On My Own Chapter 9 - Teaser

Alice and I are lying with our backs on her floor and our legs on her couch. It’s an odd position, but we are drying our toenails and trying to relax a bit. She is nervous about a date she has with Jasper tonight and I’m supposed to be meeting up with Edward at the Canal Room for drinks around eight before we go over to the Carnegie Gallery for Renee’s showing.


When I told my mother that Alice wasn’t going to be coming to her show, she looked practically depressed – like jumping from the roof and cursing about how sad her life is – kind of depressed. She tends to be a little over dramatic and she thinks of Alice like her second daughter. However, the mere mention of me bringing someone else completely perked her up. Renee then bombarded me with question after question until I relented and told her I had met a guy at a party recently, which was technically the truth, and she began to ease off, but was eager to meet him.

I, however, was not as excited for Edward to meet my mother. I may be a wee bit concerned she will attempt to hit on him or drug and take advantage of him. The second option is much more her style.

It had been five days since we had our pseudo coffee date; I still wasn’t sure it could be classified as a date, but I was trying to remain hopeful. During one of my shifts at the restaurant, he came in to visit and Esme, the meddling mother that she is, insisted I take my break and enjoy a cinnamon bun with Edward, which was a bit odd, though I enjoyed the fifteen minutes of attention from him. Of course, it didn’t help that Leah had been all over me about what was going on with Edward and I, which led Esme to question me, too. I may have admitted that I liked her son, and then backtracked to confirm I liked the straight one.

Dancing On My Own Chapter 3 Teaser

Since the good folks at fanfiction.net pulled Room 15, I'm on 'hold' with them until I can post again. Since you guys shouldn't be punished for fanfiction.net sucking huge donkey balls, I figured I could at least provide a teaser for Dancing On My Own. So here ya go:

The next morning finds me passed out, face down, on Alice's old couch with my clothes from the night before still on. Alice is cheerily dancing about to Shake It Out by Florence and the Machine, while trying to make a pot of coffee.


"Well, good morning princess. How are you feeling?" she asks, her smile wide as I groan and roll over, covering my eyes with my arm.

"I feel like shit," I grumble as I attempt to sit up and wonder just how much I drank last night. "Why am I so fucking hungover and you are as perky as tits on a Playboy Playmate?"

"Cause I drank this," Alice announces as she holds up her blender which, honest to go, looks like it is filled with green chunky puke. "It's an ancient Chinese herbal remedy that my mother swears by." I stand up, albeit a bit wobbly, and approach Alice tentatively. The closer I get, the worse the smell is."
"How did you choke that shit back?" I ask, covering my mouth and keeping my distance.

"It smells worse than it tastes."

"That's what she said," I remark as Alice rolls her eyes and then offers to pour me a glass of her toxic concoction. "Before I even consider swallowing down this bile, what's in it?"

"Raw egg, lemon juice, tomato juice, wheatgrass, orange juice, some Tabasco sauce, honey and a bunch of other things. You can barely taste anything... really." I pinch my nose and grab the drink, anxiety and pure alcohol coursing through my veins. Alice raises her eyes and looks at me encouragingly as I throw caution to the wind and down the drink in one go. "See, that wasn't so bad, right?"

Not a minute later, I'm rushing into Alice's bathroom and puking my guts out while staring at her knitted ballerina toilet paper cover, which was clearly a leftover from Nana Brandon. "You are the devil, Alice. You didn't drink that shit, did you?"

"Well, I sort of did," Alice replies as she stands against the door jamb for her bathroom and smiles at me with ease. "Then I puked it up. I think it cleared all the booze of out of my system."

Lack of Color Teaser - Chapter 26

I know, it's been a while since I posted here, but RL has been super busy as of late. Here's a little teaser to tide you over until I post next, which should be on Friday. Enjoy!

“Oh good, you’re finally awake,” I heard the soft voice of Edward’s mother state as I looked to the chair to my left and sure enough, there she sat with her husband Carlisle, a very handsome salt & pepper haired man, standing behind her.

I had met him on the very first night I met the entire family, but he hadn’t been very vocal, choosing to let his family drama go down without his input. He seemed nice enough in the few other occasions I had seen him. I nudged Edward with my elbow, but instead of moving, he just clung to me tighter and buried his face into the crook of my neck. It was almost like he was afraid to let me go, and believe me, the feeling was mutual. In fact, if his parents weren’t standing mere feet away, I’d probably try to go back to sleep.

“Um... Edward... your mother and father are here.” I said again as I nudged him once more and he finally seemed to stir. Unfortunately, he also proceeded to rub himself against my ass as his mother coughed loudly, trying to wake him further.

“Clearly, there’s a lot of things we need to discuss,” Esme said simply as Edward’s eyes shot open and he abruptly let go of me and I tumbled to the floor as he sat up quickly, clearly freaked out. I rubbed at my now sore elbow as Edward looked at me in shock.

Lack of Color Chapter 22 Teaser

Considering all the fuckery in my life these days, I'm shocked I will be able to post this week. Regardless, this chapter is going to the pre-readers today, so I thought you all deserved a nice teaser. Enjoy!

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just been a rough week and I’m not sleeping all that well,” he admitted. He sounded downright depressed, so I did the only thing I could think of. I just wanted to make him smile.

“Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight?”

“Bella, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Why not? You need to eat, right?”

“Of course I do,” he replied with a small laugh before he grew silent. “Listen, I’m sorta swamped here at work. Can I think about it?”

“Yeah… I guess so.” I was growing frustrated by his reluctance, but I was also trying to have patience. If I was being honest, I just wanted to go back to my life five years ago. I wanted everything back, like yesterday, so it was hard to take it when he pushed me off like that.

“Have you been keeping your phone off?” he questioned, his voice tight with anxiety.

“With the exception of this call and a few to Kate, yeah.”

“Good… keep it up. Apparently Peter has been calling my mom quiet often since he believes, and rightfully so, that Emmett got your stuff from the hotel. She promised not to give Peter any details on Emmett or I, but I have a feeling he’s going to get more devious soon.”

On a side note, my FIL past away on Friday, so life is a bit hectic. Until I can post again, why don't you go read this interesting story I found courtesy of the Fictionators today: Into the Woods by Oprah Winfrey. No... not the Oprah, just a catchy penname. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7490217/1/In_the_Woods

Lack of Color Chapter 21 Teaser

I watched Bella intently as we ate in silence and I tried to weigh all my options regarding her previous question. At the heart of it, it was a simple choice: either I wanted to be with Bella again or I didn’t. I took a sip of my drink and looked at her from the corner of my eye, watching as she licked some peanut butter from her bottom lip.

She had been through a lot of shit in the past few years, but the crux of it all was that I couldn’t help but think that she was still the same girl I was madly in love with for a few short months. She seared herself into my heart on the very first day I met her, and if I am being honest with myself, I’ve never truly let go of her. I tried, oh how I had tried to move on, but I had never truly let myself be with anyone else again.

Bella was it for me, I knew that, but I also couldn’t help that niggling voice in the back of my head reminding me how completely she had broken me. Between the loss of our baby, her father and her appalling behavior with Peter, I wasn’t sure I could move past everything. I didn’t know how.
“Are you alright?” Bella asked, as she finished her toast and put her crumb-filled plate on the coffee table.

“You seem tense."

“Yeah... just thinking.”

“About?”

“Everything really."
 
 
** I promise this is with pre-readers and I am hoping to get it posted soon. However, RL has shit all over me lately (my kid is pretty sick and I have a trade-show this week for work.) The next chapter may take a little bit before I post**

Lack of Color Chapter 18 Teaser

I'd like to say I'm turning over a new leaf and really want to post teasers more often, either here or on the Fictionators, but I'm slack. Let's face it. I'll post when I remember, but I will try and keep the chapters coming as often as possible. Like this next one... it should post by Friday:

Regardless of the fallout currently happening with Edward and me, I would have kept him or her and raised them. I would have loved that child more than anything in the world. My hand wrapped around my stomach, as I was apt to do these days, and stared outside at the snow that was falling softly in the early night.

My mother was hovering close by in the kitchen, drinking a tea while talking to her husband about arrangements for Charlie’s funeral, which was going to be held in two days. The hospital had called her when I was unconscious because she was listed as my emergency contact, following my dad of course.

I hadn’t been pleased when I saw her walk into my hospital room two days after my father had passed. She barked out orders to the nurses and insisted on seeing my doctor immediately, before she even came close to me to offer any sort of consolation. In fact, she skipped completely over the fact that I had been pregnant and acted like I was just sick or depressed because of my father’s passing. Even as I glanced into the kitchen and saw her smiling as she spoke to Marcus, I loathed her for acting like coming to Forks was a pain in the ass for her and my pregnancy was a blemish to her perfect little life.

“Isabella, would you like any dinner?” Renee called out from the kitchen as I heard her going through the cupboards. “There’s not much here, but I could probably get together some soup, or we could call out to that little Chinese place in town you always liked.” Renee finished by coming into the room and stroking my hair softly, which caused me to cringe.

“They closed down China Star two months after you left Dad.”

“Oh… well that was a shame. I always enjoyed their food,” she said simply. “I can always run down to the grocery store I suppose. It’s still open this late, right?”

“I’m not hungry.”

Lack of Color Chapter 15 Teaser

I know, I've been slack at updating, but RL is busy, so sue me :) Enjoy the teaser instead. The next two chapters are with the beta and I'm working on 17 as we speak.

“What in the fuck has he done to you?” I shouted, as my blood pressure rose and I was practically shaking with fury. I wanted to hunt my cousin down and beat the shit out of him, but I had something more important to deal with. I bent down, crouching close to Bella’s side and tried to console her as best as I could, but she was crying uncontrollably.


“It’s… there’s…” she mumbled incoherently as the elevator reached the top level and I hoisted her up into my arms, bracing her tightly to me, as we stepped off into the loft.


Not a lot had changed since the last time I had been there. The same furniture remained, but Emmett had covered everything with drop cloths. All of my art supplies, easels and canvases had either been ruined or put away, so the place looked pathetic; desolate and empty. It was hard to recall the life and love that had encompassed the apartment a few years earlier, but it was like a distant ghost in the room. Each corner held a memory of our time together.


“I’m going to put you down for a second. I need to strip the dust covers off the furniture,” I explained as I set Bella down and like I expected, she crumbled beneath her weight. I still had my arm under her, so she didn’t fall down too hard against the floor.


Once Bella was somewhat settled on the floor, her sobs subsided slightly, I quickly made my way around the room and stripped the covers off the furniture. They looked in decent shape, time clearly hadn’t affected them at all, but it was almost too much for me to deal with. It had been so long since I had been in the loft and around my former home that I wasn’t sure I would be able to handle it all.

Fandom Gives Back: BD1

It's the most wonderful time of the year.... **skips happily thinking about seeing Breaking Dawn tomorrow night**

Anyways, this blog post is written to remind you to donate to the Fandom Gives Back Alex's Lemonade Stand in order to receive a compilation chock filled with stories, outtakes and original fiction by over 80 authors.

Unfortunately this year the promotion of FGB has kinda fell by the wayside, so if you can take two minutes and tweet, FB and blog about FGB, I'm sure it would be much appreciated. They have a small goal, just $15k, which is tiny compared to the over $200k they have raised in the past auctions. Support the fandom and Alex's Lemonade.

 I have my entry ready to go, the first chapter of a new story that I plan to start posting in the new year. It made my beta excited, so I hope you like it too. Here's a little teaser for you:
 
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his English accent clear as day, as my heart skipped a beat. “

Sure, I guess,” I replied like the fool I felt I was. I literally held my breath as he sat down beside me and I only exhaled when I saw him. He was so very handsome, it almost took my breath away. With his dark green eyes, unruly hair and defined features, I daresay he is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. 

“I’m Bella.” 

“I know,” he replied cryptically. “We have Global Communications together.” I’m taken aback at how I could have missed him in a class with me but then I remembered how the class has over 100 students and is held in a huge lecture hall. It’s easy to understand how we could have missed each other. Except he didn’t miss me, did he? 

“Are you a third year too?” 

“No, but when I transferred I needed a few extra courses to be able to graduate in the spring. I’m technically in my fourth year.” 

“Oh.” 

“I’m Edward Masen,” he declared firmly and I smile as his accent rolls the ‘r’ in his name, which caused him to blush. He’s adorable, even though he’s a little stiff, but he’s British, so I wouldn’t hold that against him. 

“So Edward Masen, why are you sitting out here on the porch with me while there is a wild party going on inside?” I asked, curious as to why I have a visitor all of a sudden. Not that I was complaining. He was definitely better than Alice gushing over the new guy or Emmett pressuring me to enjoy myself. 

“College parties aren’t really my scene, I suppose.” 

“You’re a boy of college age, who attends the UDub, but parties aren’t your scene? Are you feeling aright?” 

“Never better."

Lack of Color Chapter 8 Teaser

“I have something planned for us today,” he stated as I watched him shove some food into his freezer without care.

“Is it another painting? Do you need me to get undressed?”

“As much as I might regret this, no…your clothes should stay on.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I asked with a laugh as I watched Edward put away some bottles of paint and other supplies, before he came towards me, a grin covering his face.

“I know…I’ve been kicking myself for making this decision too.” Edward held up his hands and made the motion like he was weighing something before stating, “Nude Bella or Date with Bella”, over and over again. It appeared that ‘Date with Bella’ was the clear winner.

“So, we’re going on a date, huh?”

“That is the next logical step, right?” Edward asked, clearly unsure of himself. To be honest, I wasn’t sure what the next step in our switch from friendship to more should be either. I’d never gone from being a nude model to…whatever it was Edward and I were doing. However, I guess a date was as good of a start as anything.

“It’s perfect,” I replied with a soft kiss to his cheek as Edward grabbed my hand in his and then pulled me up from the couch.

“Good…now I hope those are comfortable shoes, cause we will be walking a bit.” I glanced down at my footwear and determined that I would be fine as Edward led us from his apartment and back down to his car. 

** Hoping to post on Wednesday :) **

Lack of Color Chapter 4 Teaser

A little BPOV from the past shall we:

With my bag over my shoulder and an unsettled stomach, I pressed the button for
his loft and waited anxiously. Within seconds the thick steel door flew open and
there stood Edward, paint splattered and completely adorable.

“You are on time,” he breathed out slowly, clearly trying to catch his breath.

“I always like to be prompt,” I replied, my stomach tumbling again as I followed him
through the door and we took the service elevator up to his space. He leaned against
the steel grate surrounding us and I couldn’t help but notice his eyes surveying me. I
felt uncomfortable. “Is everything alright?”

“Just fine,” Edward said as he roughly pushed the old elevator door open and then
we stepped into his loft. “I hope I didn’t make you feel odd. I was just trying to
decide how best to pose you for today’s session and was trying to survey you.”

“So, we are jumping right into it, huh?”

“Well...yeah. Is that okay?”

“Of course. That’s why I’m here, after all.”

I set my bag down on the couch and then I tensed. What the hell was I supposed
to do next? I didn’t want to stop and strip right where I stood because that hadn’t
exactly gone over well the last time I was here, but when I looked at Edward, he was
just leaning against his kitchen island with a grin on his face.

“I’ve set up a changing area behind the screen over there for you,” he explained as he
pointed to a lovely Japanese style tri-fold screen on the far side of the room. “There’s
also a robe for you. Get undressed and put on the robe, then come back to me. I’m

going to get everything ready to go.”

I nodded slowly and followed his instructions to the tee. I needed the money and
this would probably be the easiest money I would earn in a very long time. After all,
it’s not like it took a great deal of effort to sit still, right?

As I started to undress, I noticed a small chair with a silken robe sitting on top of
it. Edward had done his work to try and make me feel comfortable, but once I was
nude and reached for the robe, I noticed it was indecently short. I mean, one bend at
the waist and he would see everything.

Oh, for Christ’s sake Bella, he’s painting you in the nude. He’s gonna see everything
anyways.

Lack of Color Chapter 3 - Teaser

As children, Peter was literally the bane of my existence. Thankfully, we didn’t spend too much time together but when we did I was always eager to get it over with as soon as possible, and Emmett agreed with me.

For as long as I could remember, Peter was always the most competitive and conceited
person I had ever met. If we were playing a board game, he would always make up rules so that he would win or if we were watching TV, we would always have to watch what he wanted to watch. My mother was always telling us to behave because he was usually our guest and we had to bend to Peter’s way. It sucked, because Peter was always smug as fuck whenever Emmett and I had to give up whatever it was that we wanted. Even now, Peter looked over confident and I wanted to punch him, though I had never thrown a punch in my life.

“Why don’t you give me your details and I can email you our information and what we are looking for, our price range etc… and we can go from there?”

“Wonderful idea, Peter,” my mother gushed, as our appetizers and salads were served and I noticed Bella take a long sip from her wine. Her silence was seriously disconcerting to me. “So, Bella… what is it that you do?”

“Bella used to be a legal assistant at my firm,” Peter chimed in as my mother’s eyes flitted between Bella and Peter, her concern mirroring my own. A legal assistant? What the fuck happened to her poetry?

* There ya go, a little teaser from the next chapter I hope to post this weekend. For those wondering, Sea Change, a story I had teased earlier on the blog, is in fact this story with a new name. I was undecided. The banner was made by the lovely & talented Heather Dawn. She rocks!*

Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 27 Teaser

Only 2 chapters left after this one. Enjoy the teaser.

It was overwhelming how quickly the next few weeks passed by. I worked in the morning at my father’s firm, getting together documents and client information for the sale. In the afternoon’s, I hightailed it to Port Angeles to help the girls work on the store that we had officially leased. I would keep track of all of the receipts for everything that Rosalie or Bella had bought, and we even had a small desk and laptop set up in the back to do our accounting on. The girls were remarkably organized and Rosalie’s attitude only came out once in a while if there was something that was running late or someone was giving her the run around. It was great to see how fast things were coming together. The girls were confident that we could manage an October opening date and I was beginning to see the light; things would be alright.

Once we would finish in the store for the day, Bella and I would climb the stairs to the apartment and we would work on painting the apartment and getting it all ready to move in. We had negotiated a deal with the owner to get two months free if we painted the space and did small renovations ourselves. On the weekends, we slowly began to move our things in and sure enough, it was beginning to look like a real home.

The only downfall was that our bed was in Forks and when we finally got home each night, it was usually to find Rose and Emmett doing something extremely nasty somewhere in the house, like the laundry room or kitchen counter. I won’t even mention what we found a week earlier under the dining room table.

Pic Tease for Chapter 7 of Coming On Easy

New Story Teaser

Yes, there's a new story coming, which is tentatively titled Sea Change. In fact, there's two. I'm that insane. Enjoy!

“The guys always left big tips, with their phone numbers of course, but I never did anything with any of them. If it wasn’t for those tips I would have been homeless weeks ago.”

“Oh Bella, how bad is it this time?” Kate knew my history better than anyone. We were sort of kindred spirits. Her parents had divorced when she was younger and her dad was now on his fourth wife, while her mother was barely managing through life. It was just a reversal of roles and it had happened more recently for me. Sure, divorce was a lot more commonplace these days, but it didn’t make it any better. “Call your mom, you know she will send you some money.”

“I just don’t want to deal with her. I can’t listen to her berate me for losing my job and then begin insisting I move to Chicago with her. Do you know how hard it is to listen to her be all excited and shit about her life, when she threw away the life she had with my dad. It was like they were never happy, and just tolerated each other until I moved out, ya know?”

“I get it, hon,” Kate said supportively as we both reached in the tub for some ice cream and it grew silent between us. Suddenly, Kate grabbed the campus newspaper off the table and tossed it at me. “There’s always the job listings in there.”

“No one needs tutoring in poetry, Kate,” I replied as I pushed the paper away and she proceeded to grab at it again and flip to the classifieds.

“Okay, well you can’t be a tutor and I know you don’t want to work in the cafeteria
so your options are limited,” Kate said before she took another spoonful of ice cream and then began flailing about, pointing at the paper. “Here’s a good one. ‘Art Student requires nude model for up to five weeks for class assignment. $25 an hour, paid weekly. Contact E Cullen at 206-789-2354.’ Bella, you should totally call this guy.”

Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 24 Teaser

I know, I've been slack on posting teasers, but hopefully that will change now :) Enjoy! This should update next week.

What in the hell was Bella thinking just blurting our news out like that? What happened to us facing one issue at a time? I thought we were going to be here doing our little intervention for Charlie, but now I was really concerned about whether or not we would be able to have kids since the Chief looked like he was ready to yank my junk from me and shove it down my throat.

I looked at Bella in confusion as Charlie suddenly began to stand and Renee gripped his shoulder, trying to make him sit down. Okay, I was definitely worried for my well being now. I had seen all those bad movies where the guy was chased by the threatening father and you couldn’t get any more scary that the Chief. He had a gun and he was clearly unstable. As far as I was concerned, my chances at living were about 50/50 at that point.

“Don’t make even more of a scene, Charlie,” she urged.

“What in the fuck are you doing with your life, Bella?” Charlie shouted at her as I noticed a manager and our waitress whispering in the back. Shit, we were causing a huge scene and this was not going to go well. I wondered if I could get some mozzarella sticks to go? They were always really good here at the Lodge.

Coming On Easy Chapter 5 Teaser

"Okay, so are we all ready to go?" Charlotte called out from the living room on Saturday night as I finished pulling on my sneakers and then headed downstairs. Bella was about to do the same, so we both looked around and took a moment to lock lips before we started the night which we were sure would be torture.

After all, spending all night together outside in the dark and being unable to touch was torture to me and with the recent increase in activity, and sexual frustration, between Bella and I, I knew she would feel the same way.

When we pulled apart, I let Bella go first and I took a nice long look at her ass in her capri's and couldn't help but notice just the outline of her thong beneath it. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to go rub one out, so I was stuck. At least I was until Kate appeared at the bottom of the stairs and suddenly I wasn't so hard anymore.

"Will you two hurry it up? I want to get this evening over as quickly as possible." Kate stormed away and Bella looked over her shoulder and gave me a sympathetic look.

"A few hours and we will be back here and alone," I whispered to her as she nodded her head and we made our way into the living room where Charlotte was standing in a pair of jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt with a picture of Slimer from Ghost Busters on it. I looked at Bella and gave her a 'What the fuck?' kind of glare, but she just smiled sweetly at me.

**We should be posting on Saturday & Sunday this week**

Coming On Easy Chapter 4 Teaser

Just so you know, this chapter will post on Saturday, with a short outtake on Sunday morning. Enjoy!

My room was dark because I kept the curtains drawn and it was freezing cold just the way I liked it because of the overhead fans. It felt incredible on my sun-kissed skin and I couldn't wait to get under my sheets and take a quick nap. Between the sun and the constant running around we had been doing, I was really looking forward to a nice quiet late afternoon of nothingness.

I had started to think about my art a little bit, wanting to take a little break after having such a rough semester that was filled with dozens of assignments and challenging exhibits. I really I wanted some time to jot some ideas and images down in my notebook to explore later, but Kate had insisted on a united front and, while I was hardly stressed, my time was scarce.

Even the few minutes I had scored alone with Edward the other night had come at a price. A soaking wet, ice-filled, kiss blocking price. I put my hands up to my lips as if I was trying to guess what Edward's lips felt like, what they tasted like.

I wanted to nibble on them.

Hell, I wanted to nibble on him.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it. Frequently. I had this whole summer to do whatever I wanted…and that whatever was him.

He smelled like sunscreen and sweat and, even all these hours later, I could still remember it. If he smelled that good, I was positive his lips tasted even better. And we were so close, until the dousing, after which we both jumped up and Edward started tearing up the stairs after Garrett like his ass was on fire.

Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 20 Teaser

“Your marriage isn’t legal until you sleep with her. Let me rephrase that so you can understand it better, dill hole. Your marriage is not legal until you shove your dick inside her.” Alice looked ferocious and a bit determined which surprised me.

Yeah, I knew our marriage wasn’t technically consummated, but in the back of my mind I sort of figured Bella would want to do this again, with our family & friends, if we decided to be together. I was never expecting her to choose yesterday as our anniversary and keep it forever. I assumed that if we were going to stick in this for the long haul, we might as well do it right, right?

“I get that, Alice.”

“Then why aren’t you doing something about it? You are taking the chance of losing her, I hope you get that.”

**This will post tomorrow. Bear in mind I am very busy with Fandom For Sexual Assault Awareness and getting out the compilation by the end of June, but I am trying to work on new chapters as well. I also have a new story posting with Risbee on our joint account RisbeenColdplaywhore so alert us. That starts posting June 28th :)**

Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 17 Teaser

“I already checked, the marriage bureau is open till midnight so we have time to get you guys down there to get the license,” Rosalie added happily. She looked just as thrilled as Emmett did, but neither Bella or I was as excited as them. “I have a white dress Bella can borrow, surely you have a tie somewhere in that luggage you brought, right?”

“Oh, it could be blue,” Emmett chimed in enthusiastically as Rosalie joined in his excitement and we looked at both of them like they had horns growing out of their heads. “You know, something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue.”

“Hand over your man card, Em.”

“Fuck you, Edward. I was trying to be helpful.”

“How is this helpful? You are basically telling me the only way out of this shitty situation is to get married, and to make matters worse you are trying to get us to be traditional about this?”

**I'm hoping to post Thursday or Friday**